In the foothills of Appalachia, deep in the kudzu, lies an old, abandoned, water tower. About twenty years ago, the youth around the area started having punk and hardcore shows. Often between set lists, a lot of us would come up to the water tower. It's untelling how much angst, pot, and alcohol was brought into this building from kids, including me, needing to express themselves and cuss at the world they hated.
This is probably one of the fresher spray jobs in the old building. Someone probably broke up with someone special...
If you're not reading this, then you're clearly not watching your step.
"Jump, I Dare Ya"
Between cautioning to watch your step and daring others to take the plunge, they couldn't decide.
"Weed Yum"
I guess it depends on your source and the time of year. Come fall there's often a lot home grown "good good" going around. Unfortunately, my state has yet to approve legal sales.
